perfume and prescriptions

{take a hint from the bottle,
'cause her brain doesn't know any better
and the prescriptions in the cure.}

Tell everyone you're well
'till you're sick of you're lies
write down some conclusions
to the other's white lies

containers of postcards
old letters don't smell
perfume and prescripttions
just a whiff of "pure hell"

bedspreads and pillows
strewn out on the floor
perfume and postcards
fantastic folklore